There's a girl I simply dote on She has no single flaw A simple skirt and coat on And a sailor hat of straw Yet she looks more splendid Than all the world today She'll soon be my intended Perhaps that's why I say It's you I love Not your frock, your hat, or your glove I love you in velvet I like you in plush In satin you are just like your own lovely blush Maybe you'll be in your balldress Or you, perhaps, I'll find Dressed in your what-do-you-call dress Oh well, never mind It's you I love Not your frock, your hat, or your glove I love you in velvet I like you in plush In satin you are just like your own lovely blush You're charming in silk Or a plain woollen shawl But darling, you're simply delightful With nothing on at all...